Smoke in the Bar

[Intro]
Yo, light it up—nah, we ain’t steppin’ outside
Bartender winked, said "fuck it, let it ride"
Weed in the air, party in the jar
Gettin’ lit, gettin' freaky—smoke in the bar

[Verse 1]
Got a blunt in my drink hand, high in my zone
Couple bad bitches and they stoned to the bone
She took two hits, now she gigglin’ slow
Then she whispered in my ear like, "Let’s dip low"

Me and the crew, we ain’t here for the drama
Just joints, good vibes, and shots of marijuana
Rollin’ up fat, like my problems last year
Ex-girl texted—left that bitch on clear

Got the kush in rotation, mind elevation
She hit the pen once, now she cravin’ sensation
“Damn,” she said, “this shit hits too right”
Then she grabbed my belt loop like it’s Friday night

[Chorus]
We smokin’ in the bar, like we just don’t care
Clouds in the air, middle fingers in the air
Blazin’ with the squad, got that loud on lock
And that freaky lil’ girl wanna ride this… shot
She high, she wild, got no shame
Twerkin’ on the table, screamin’ my name
Pass that blunt, spark it back to the start
It’s weed, wild women, and smoke in the bar

[Verse 2]
She took one rip, then another like a champ
Now she slidin’ up close, sayin’ “Damn, you damp”
Bouncin’ to the beat like the club’s her bed
Talkin’ dirty in my ear, eyes all red

I got homies in the booth, rollin’ back to back
And a bartender laughin’, sayin’, “Y’all some maniacs”
But the drinks still pour, and the weed still lit
And that freaky lil’ girl got a tight lil’ grip

She said, “Wanna see what I do when I’m high?”
Then she bent it down low, like she reachin' for the sky
No filter, no pants, just smoke and sass
And I’m prayin’ this night don’t fly by fast

[Chorus]
We smokin’ in the bar, like we just don’t care
Clouds in the air, middle fingers in the air
Blazin’ with the squad, got that loud on lock
And that freaky lil’ girl wanna ride this… shot
She high, she wild, got no shame
Twerkin’ on the table, screamin’ my name
Pass that blunt, spark it back to the start
It’s weed, wild women, and smoke in the bar

[Bridge]
Ayy—no cops, no rules, just smoke and fools
And a girl with a tongue like she skipped the school
Makin’ out in the booth, half-baked and bad
She said, “I love this shit more than my ex ever had”

[Outro]
Yeah, we lit, we lost, but we feelin' just right
This weed got me vibin’ for the rest of the night
So roll one up, pour that drink in the jar
It’s a high-life riot, with smoke in the bar

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